I have nothing to do. The truth is, I want to fuck. I want to fuck in the worst way. I want to do Derek hard. I want it fast. I want him to flood me with pain, and then cover it all with pure pleasure. As I lay back on my sofa, I think about how I have royally screwed myself. I left when I could have gotten more from him. I totally screwed myself and now I am pouting.
I was mad. I wasn't mad that we got caught. Hell, getting caught wasn't bad when it happened. And I was only embarrassed for a second as we got escorted out. No, the problem is, Derek will go home. He will go home and do this with someone else and it will be no big deal. And I will be stuck here. I will be stuck in the town of boredom. I will be left out of the fuck circle. And whoever takes my place, they will be having a damn good time.
I look up at the clock. I could go over there. I could see what is going on and possibly get some countdown action. I shrug as I pull myself to my feet. I will do it. I will get my action. I need to get while the getting is good. I need to get some. I need to play with the pole. Take a lick of the stick. I want Derek to give me the light saber so deep that my eyes light up. I need the force. I want to do all of those things.
I stick my key in the door. Now I have to play the nonchalant role. I want him to think that I kicked him out of my car and that was it. No big deal. I never even thought about it. I didn't think about him, I thought about it. He is the only man that can give me waves of orgasms one on top of the other. He is the man that can suck the life out of me in just a few minutes. He is that man. The goody good fuck.
"Hey..." I mutter as I walk into the house. Everyone looks up at me except Derek and Mark. Derek and Mark aren't even around.
"Oh... We didn't know you were coming. We were just getting ready to go to the mall. Would you like to come with us?" My grandma asks with a hopeful smile. She just wants me to drive her. That is all that is.
"Uh... Yeah. I guess." I respond with a shrug. There is never a time when I'm not ready to put the tap in my grandmother and drain her dry. After all, she does owe me. And she definitely loves me best. Hell yes, I want to go. I want to get whatever I can, while the getting is good.
"Good." Grandma says with a big smile as she gathers her purse up.
"I'm glad I will finally get to spend some time with you." My aunt says with a smile as she grabs her own purse and coat. My aunt is dork supreme. She is the one that wears flats and fitted jeans. She has no fashion sense whatsoever. It is actually pretty tragic. I mean, I may not wear the best stuff, but I do know what I should be wearing. She is just clueless.
"Oh joyous..." I mutter as I shake my head and walk away. Yeah, this stuff gets me so excited I am ready to pee my pants. Strike that. I mean so freaking ridiculous that I want to puke my guts out, eat it and then puke again. That was what I meant to say the whole time.
Okay... I know I will get flamed here, but women cannot drive. There are a few that can. There are a handful that possess the skill. But there are not many. I mean holy shit. Where did they learn? These people get in their big suvs and just go. I can't stand it. You either have the pushy ones in their big people movers. Or you get the white knuckles that are crawling down the road and begging to survive. I come from a long line of bad drivers. But me, I kick ass in a big way. That is the one thing I can do. I can drive. So go ahead and tell yourself you are in the handful of good ones. I won't tell anyone I saw you making the sign of the cross and you hit a dangerous forty five miles an hour. Or that you cut me off and I nearly kicked your ass. Only I am allowed to do that! And now the men... They think they have won some major prize because they possess the skills. Nonetheless, we possess much better and meaningful skills than they do. Not to mention the whole multiple orgasm thing... What now, sucker?
I want to know where Derek is. I want to know what he is doing. Maybe I want a good hard fuck at the moment. The thing is, I am far too proud for that. I will never admit to him that I want him, in a sexual way of course. I mean, I look at the man and I drip. To my defense, many men make me drip. Most men make me drip. But that man has a king sized cock, and he knows how to use it. Anyhow, I refuse to ask where they are. I don't care, remember?
"So what do you need?" I snap at my grandma. I snap a lot. She irritates me. All the time she makes me suicidal with her stupid ass smile. How can she be so fucking happy? Seriously, I need whatever shit she is taking. Apparently it's all natural. That is enough to make you vomit.
"What don't I need?" Grandma says as she pulls out the list. The dreaded list. I hate that list. I wish it would spontaneously combust in her hand, giving her a slight burn so she gets punishment for being such a pain in the ass.
"Yeah. That's what I thought." I say as I roll my eyes and stick my hand out. "I'm going away." I tell her frankly. "I need money, and I will find you later. The food court. If you aren't there in two hours, I am leaving, and I mean it this time." I say as she hands me a wad of cash.
Okay, here is the thing, you may think I am a bitch. You may think that I am rude. Greedy. Spoiled. Yeah, that's pretty true. But, my aunt, it going to drain the bank. She is here and she is sucking the old woman dry. I am getting what I deserve. And damn-it, I deserve the world on a silver platter. I want it right there in front of me as I sit in my plush leather chair and command my people.
As I am here, lost deep in thought over how people should love me. I mean, seriously, I am a freaking awesome person. I'm not just saying that. There is fact to back it up. People love me when they know me. It's pretty great. And if you get into that circle, you pretty much have it made. And as I think of this, I look up and see them. I see Derek. And I see Mark. And I see girls. This will never do. No way.
"Oh hell no..." I mutter to myself. Usually I keep to myself. I am actually a pretty quiet person. I don't bite unless provoked. I don't generally walk up to strangers and react. But right now, I need to. Right now, someone is talking to my fuck buddy. It almost looks like he is being solicited. Not today.
As I walk up, I know I am strutting. One must strut at a time like this. Not to mention, when you have four inch heels on, you have to strut or you can't walk. See, at this moment, I am going in for the kill whether I need to or not. The guys have their backs to me. The girls are looking over. The girls see me coming. I wonder what they are thinking in their little pea brains. I can tell you that they are pea brains. I can tell just by looking at them.
"Derek. Mark." I say frankly as I walk straight up to the group. The girls look at me like I am a bitch from middle earth coming to take over rule. I am here. I am bad. I always said, if I am going to hell, I am taking over. We'll see, won't we? I am fairly certain that will be my next residence.
"Oh! Mer..." Derek says almost nervously. Truly, I have no rights to either of these men. "We were just... This is..." Derek trailed off as he looked at the three girls before him. Nice pieces of ass, I would assume. But here is the thing. I have talents. I have many talents that can not be denied. "I don't know who this is." He finally admits as he looks at them and then at me.
"Who are you?" The blond asks. I feel my anger boil. I could take them. I'm a scrapper, and I think I could have a good time here with these village idiots. I wait for Derek. It seems he has no idea what to say. And Mark, he went silent a long time ago.
"Me?" I ask smartly as I point to myself. They all nod and give me their evil eyes. "Derek is my fuck buddy." I tell them frankly with a nod. "These two are my whores. And right now, I need a good fuck. So it was nice meeting you... Unknowns." I say with a smirk as I look up at Derek. Derek looks at me with wide eyes. I think he is genuinely surprised that I said that. I walk away with a smile. I know he will follow. He always does.
"That was hot!" Derek says as he runs up next to me like an uncoordinated ape. "So fucking hot. You just- I can't believe you said that!"
"It's the truth..." I tell him as I walk with a purpose. "And I wasn't kidding. I need a fuck."
"Mer!" Mark shouts as he runs up alongside me. "What the fuck was that? Those girls were hot and you fucked it all up." He pouts as he looks at me.
"Fuck those girls." I tell him as I continue on. "Grandma is at Macy's if you want money. And I am going to get fucked. So unless you want a show, I suggest that you leave now." I tell him as I open the door and walk out to the parking structure. I press the button and listen for the door locks. As he near the car, I take the dominate position and shove Derek against the car. "What do you want, Derek?" I ask as I run my hand along his crotch. "Do you want this?" I ask as I grab his other hand and rub it along my jean clad slit.
"Oh god." He moans as I rub him hard. "Car." He says meekly as he undoes his jeans. I nod as I open the door. I begin work on my own jeans as we fall into the front seat of the car. I pull off my coat as he does his own and they both land somewhere in the back seat.
"I want to fuck you... I need to fuck you now." I tell him as he runs had hands over my shirt covered breasts.
"Yeah... Yeah..." He nods as his cock pokes through his boxers. "Yeah..." He mutters again as he pulls out a condom. I watch as he rolls the condom on as quickly as he can. He has gotten quit good at getting it on good and fast.
"Passenger seat." I moan as I push him. I can't have the steering wheel in my back. Derek quickly scoots over to the seat, throwing it back as quickly as it will go. He pulls me over to his lap.
"Give me what I need..." He moans as I place a knee on either side of his body and straddle him. I smirk, knowing that once again, I hold all of the power.
"What do you need, Derek?" I breath throatily as I lean near his face.
"This..." He says quickly as he pulls my head in. I look at his blue eyes in shock as he presses him lips firmly against mine. As I try to pull back, he slides his tongue in. My tongue goes limps as he plays with it, leaning deeper and deeper into the kiss. I can feel his fingers in my hair as he holds me there tightly. I finally come to my senses and pull away. I raise my hand and smack him across the face.
"You bastard!" I shout loudly. Derek looks at me in shock as he feels the sting on his cheek. He starts laughing heartily as he looks at me. He is mocking me. I quickly raise my hand to hit him again.
"Ah, ah, ah, Mer..." He says as he grabs my hands and thrusts his hips upward. I feel his generous cock fill my tiny void with force. I let out a gasp as I feel the pain that comes along with his hasty penetration.
"Ah!" I cry out loudly as I sit there, panting for breath. He has hurt me at the moment. I can feel my walls stretching for him, but the stinging pain remains.
"Fuck me, Mer... That is what you wanted." Derek tells me as he grasps my hips and forces me to grind on him. His big meaty pole stabs me sharply as I obey his command and rock my hips. "I saw how jealous you were."
"I have no reason to be jealous." I say frankly as I feel him put his head under my shirt and lift my lace demi bra.
"You say that... But I saw it." He tells me as he takes one of my nipples in his teeth and squeeze tightly. I let out a gasp at the pain that now fills me all the way around. I feel Derek's hand slide between us. He grasps the base of his penis. I have no idea why, if I'm not tight enough for him, than he doesn't know what tight is. "You are so tight." He groans as he begins gently flicking my clitoris. I begin rocking harder and faster at the sensation on my sensitive spot.
"Oh...Oh...Oh..." I whine as he plays with it. I pull my chest away, his teeth expending my nipple and breast at the force.
"You like that?" Derek asks as he releases my nipple. "Ride me a little harder... If you think you can..."
At that, I only go faster to prove him wrong. I can already feel my body reacting to the pleasure that is to come. My heart beats so quickly as I pant from the effort. Derek has his head deep seated in my cleavage. I can feel my free breasts swinging and slapping him in the face as I ride his iron pole.
"Oh...Oh...Fuck...Oh yeah... There... Rub it... Rub it, Derek... Oh god... Oh God... oh...Oh...OH!" I cry out as I crash down hard. My body is contracting as I pound down on him over and over. I am determined to give myself more than I can handle. I ride him harder over and over again through the pain, knowing it will be well worth it. "Oh...Ah...ah...ah..." I cry out loudly, riding through the pain.
"Oh yeah...Ride it, baby... Ride it!" Derek shouts. "I'm cumming... I'm cumming!" He yells as he thrusts up into me as hard as he can. "Oh...God..." He groans as he grabs me around the back and pulls my chest against his face. I scream out a string of nothing as I feel another wave come over me. I can feel Derek spurting in between my strong contractions. I can feel the sweat running down my back.
"Oh my fucking god..." I mutter as I lay there.
"You were jealous..." He laughs into my bare chest, under my shirt.
"I have nothing to be jealous about. Where is your cock?" I ask with a giggle.
"You make a point." Derek agreed as he shook his head. I look at his eyes as I pull myself off of him. I know there is a moment when it gets weird. We are fuck buddied. Casual sex partners. And there is a line. I know there is.
"Okay... I need to get back in there. I gave grandma a time limit, and no way am I going to break my own rule." I tell him as I get into the driver's seat and pull on my panties. I know he is looking at me, though I am not sure why.
"Oh... I see how it is. Get your ride and leave." He jokes as he begins putting himself together. We have gotten quite good at this. We have the ability to get ourselves ready in no time. We have become post-coital cover up masters.
"Of course. And actually, I have some shopping of my own to do." I tell him frankly as I pull my boots on. I wish there were a way to keep the shoes on. I have tried it several times. You can't. It seems they either get stuck in your jeans, causing you a rather large and embarrassing tumble. Or they get the insides of your pants dirty. I guess I will make it my life's work to figure out this slight issue.
"Do you now?" Derek asks with a smile. I'm not really sure what that suggestive look in his eye means, but his wheel are always spinning. I am quite sure that he could weave a fine tapestry with his porny thoughts.
"I do." I tell him frankly as I buckle my belt and look over. "You are more than welcome to come with me. I mean, I am sure you are into looking and shopping for intimate apparel. God knows I am." I mumble. I am at an in between stage. I like to, but at the same time I do not. I'm not one-hundred percent comfortable with my body, but I do like to feel sexy.
"Are you going to Victoria's Secret?" He asks me with a smirk. I look at him like he is insane. Like it is a big deal. It's Victoria's Secret.
"Uh... Yeah. Why do you ask?" I question with a giggle. I have to admit, taking Derek to Victoria's Secret could be either really good, or really bad.
"I think I may need to come along." Derek agrees as he grabs our coats from the backseat of the car and hands me mine.
"That's fine. But you need to be on your best behavior. I'm not even sure why I am wasting my time telling you..." I mutter as I look over. Both he and Mark do not listen to me. It's like I don't exist when I try to make them do what I want. I guess it really depends on what exactly it is that I want.
"Aren't I always?" He questions with a grin as he opens his door and steps out. I shake my head as I pen my own door. I know that is a bad idea. I repeat, bad idea. As I walk around the car and to the entrance, I feel my legs quivering. That must have been a better fuck than I thought. I would never tell him that. I think he should always strive for his personal best. At least he should for me.
"So... I guess we are fugitives of sorts. Coming back in here when we have been banned." I giggle as we walk into the mall. He looks over at me and smiles.
"I suppose we are. Are you afraid?" He asks with a chuckle as we walk side by side past the stores.
"Of course not. Do I look like the type that is afraid of a rent a cop? Not to mention, how the hell can they prove we even did that? I'm not scared of those ass fucks." I tell him frankly. "It's his word against ours. I may think I remember him... We were in line at Orange Julius and they ran out of orange. Yep, that's it. He's been after me ever since. Sabotage, I tell you!" I laugh as he walk along. Derek shakes his head and smile at me. I know he thinks I'm nuts.
"You know what, I think it's true! I saw it all. He has been after you from the beginning." Derek tells me with a wink.
"See... Now I have a witness." I giggle as we walk into Victoria's Secret. I look over at Derek and laugh. I think it's like he walked into fantasyland. "It's just bras and panties." I tell him frankly.
"Oh... It's so much more." He mutters as he follows me along.
I don't understand it. I mean, it is underwear. Underwear. Nothing amazing. Nothing great. There may be some nice sets on the wall. Maybe some hot models wearing it. But that is it. It's not like they jump of the walls and have wild orgies with the men that walk in. But I bet that's what they think. That is their fantasy. To have sex in the bins of three for thirty dollars panties. That's hot. So hot.
"Derek... You are pathetic." I sigh as I walk along, looking nonchalantly.
I like string bikinis. And brazilian cut or cheekies. I love the way the brazilian feel. I like the way it covers half of my ass. Just sexy enough. What I do not like, are thongs. Thongs go up my ass and never return. And g-stings are another story yet. My ass gets cold. But if I had to choose between a strip of cloth or a string up my crack... I pick the string. Alas, I am not forced to choose. I am my own person. For the moment, that is. And I will wear whatever I want on my ass.
"Oh...yeah... I like this." Derek says with a grin as he holds up a peekaboo g-string. He has a devilish smile on his face. Of course he does.
"I bet you do. But that... What is the point? It isn't covering what it needs to cover." I laugh as I pick up a fishnet and lace cheeky pair of panties. "This is my style..." I tell him as I hold it up.
"And that is fucking hot!" He says with a grin. "Incredibly fucking hot." He tells me as he grabs them from my hand and rubs his fingers over them.
"Yeah... Well...It's not up to you. Who cares?" I say with a shrug. "You are just a fuck. I don't care, and I'm sure you don't care what I am wearing over my pussy." I tell him with a sigh. I see Derek giving me a look out of the corner of my eye. I honestly don't know what it means.
"Well, I guess you are right. Maybe you should wear what the other guys want you to wear." He says frankly as he picks up another pair and examines them. I look away from him. I'm not sure if that was some kind of jealous comment, or if he is implying I am a whore. I decide to take it as jealousy.
"Yeah... You're right." I tell him with a laugh. "I'm sure the others would like these lace up ones." I tell him as I grab a pair.
"There are others?" Derek asks quickly as he chases after me. I ignore his question. I don't want him to know that the answer is no, and I have been in a dry spell for all eternity. I will let him ponder.
"I like this." I say as I hold up a black lace push up bra with a gel curve. "I will definitely get this." I mutter as I grab the matching panties. I like my things in sets. I like to match.
"Oh yeah... That's nice." Derek says as he follows me. I think his focus went off of the sexy lingerie and onto my sex life. "So, are there others?" He asks as I grab some more intimate items and walk over to the cashier.
"Derek... You are a fuck, okay? No feelings. Hot sex. So don't worry about it." I say as she tells me the total. I know he is looking at me. But I have no idea what is going on in the boys head. No idea.